Ve: Mother of Tentacles

Vaid Empire: Mother of Tentacles

is a prequel to

Vaid Empire: Conquest

, though acts as a complete stand-alone. No prior knowledge regarding the previous series is required.

Long before the rise of The Vaid Empire, far on the other side of Ayphieal, a young woman finds a deeper purpose beyond her own survival when she is captured and offered to an ancient monstrosity.

Ancient entities conspire to achieve hidden schemes while tentacles spread across the land in this strange and mysterious prequel.

New chapters and artwork are released every month for free, with the completely optional possibility to receive early access on the official Vaid Empire Website. The Series focuses heavily on worldbuilding, story, and characters.

***

19th of Fixuin, 768 BVE.

The Holy City of Aslyd.

"

Our time grows short."

Aifa hung in her cradle of tentacles, caressing her belly as if she were a pregnant goddess. She could feel the child within her, eyes fluttering at each ticklish sensation of the many appendages writhing within her womb. "Onaalag...my love...what do you mean?"

She received no answer, the creature remaining ever so vague. During the past four moons that it had cared for her, she learned to expect no less. The sudden outward push of an unborn tentacle made her toes curl, feeling as if she'd slip into labor at any moment.

Onaalag continued to massage her body as soothing images and sensations slipped into her mind. The slime coating her skin never ceased its maddening tingles, nor had a single day pass where the creature neglected to explore her loins. Whenever her mind had been pushed to the brink of insanity, nearly shattering with pleasure, the creature always seemed to know when to ease its intensity before she lost herself permanently.

As a tentacle began to slither up her thigh, she made no move to hinder its advance. It found its way between her legs, licking at her drenched lower lips. She merely moaned as it slid inside, exactly where it belonged. Her body was Onaalag's. Her mind was Onaalag's. Her

life

was Onaalag's.

"Master...Onaalag...

ooohhhh

...great Onaalag..." she muttered, feeling the appendage squirming within her. Every nerve had been overloaded more times than she cared to count, yet still the pleasure tore through her afresh, as if unnaturally coaxed from deep within her mind. Each thrust felt like an entirely new sensation, be it the first of the day or the thousandth. She felt as if she lost her virginity again each time her master entered her, luring her into a fresh and undiminished bliss each day. Her pleasure was impossible, enhanced, unnatural, and she

loved

every second spent within his care.

Hardly could she remember a time before entering the cavern. Her memories remained, yet they seemed...far, viewed from a distance. There was an Aifa before Onaalag, and an Aifa after. Hardly did she care for the former. This was her world now. Her only knowledge of the passage of time came from the creature itself, projecting images of the surface within her mind. The sun rose and set above a land her descendants would soon overrun and consume.

Her moans echoed off the distant walls of the cave, a sound just as familiar as her own heartbeat. Tentacles prodded and stroked her body as they wrapped around her limbs, securing her as the tendril in her vagina made slow, loving thrusts.

Another began to caress her belly, inciting a flurry of movement within her womb. Their child neared its emergence, tickling her from within. Aifa could never grow accustomed to such an odd and alien feeling, yet her lips parted with lust each time their child stirred inside her.

The images that occasionally seeped through her mind had become a familiar comfort. Visions of tentacles stretching from her womb coaxed a deep craving through her loins. They consumed lands near and far beneath her watchful eye. Such was her duty, she knew, to ensure the creature's aims came into being.

Aifa's dexterous pointed tongue fell from her mouth in ecstasy, its bioluminescent blue dancing with the glowing red tip of a tentacle that found her parted lips. A lick intermingled saliva and slime.

Tasting her lover, she felt another tentacle wiggling between her firm red breasts, creeping up to curl around her neck. It squeezed her gently, inciting a tingle of excitement as it continued upward. When it began to wrap around her head, she submitted to her master's will as her glowing blue eyes were covered, leaving her in a deeper darkness.

Obediently, hungrily, she opened her mouth wider as she felt the tentacle at her lips sliding inside. Where once she would've gagged as it tested the limits of her throat, she was more than accustomed to Onaalag's feeding methods.

"

Sustenance is required for the journey ahead."

"

Journey?

' Her thoughts echoed within her mind, knowing Onaalag could hear all. "

Can I not stay, my love? You promised to spare me of the death my captors have prepared. What of the line? The path? You promised!"

"Savor

the final pleasure I offer, for upon the morning, I am lost."

The booming words held a finality that brought a deep sadness to her chest, only to be washed away as the other tentacle pushed hard against her cervix. It continued to thrust deep, moving as if they'd never again be allowed to explore her.

Though he promised sustenance, Aifa was surprised when nothing poured from the tentacle's tip. Instead, it began to slide up and down her throat cautiously. For an instant, she felt she'd choke from its size until calming whispers poured into her mind.

Moving slowly at first, it gradually increased its pace until she could only moan around it, her tight throat filled entirely by its slimy girth. She wanted to drown in her master's seed, if not for the duty she carried within her womb.

Sliding, caressing, the sounds of wet appendages became her world. Sightless, only the antennae atop her head allowed her to sense the subtle rushing of air caused by objects writhing around her. She felt vulnerable in the darkness. Never had she trusted another, yet now, she reveled in bliss at being entirely at Onaalag's mercy.

She would've gasped as she felt a tentacle nudge her waiting clit, yet the tentacle stifled all noise from her mouth but for the sound of its own wet thrusts. Hips quivering, she felt the thin tip lightly tickle her sensitive bud.

"

They deliver offerings, sacrifices to satisfy my nature. False placation to The Creator's first creation. All offspring meet the flame without exception, for The Knowledge Holder knows my purpose. He knows I am but the first."

Wriggling across her red skin, squirming and wet, she nearly felt overwhelmed by the endless tentacles as the voice boomed loudly within her mind. They caressed every curve, obsessing over every feminine inch of her pregnant form.

Sliding further and further down her throat with each thrust, the tentacle explored depths she never considered possible. The sensation of utter violation and closeness only coaxed a desire to feel him deeper. She needed him to know every part of her.

"

Their cites brought down, consumed. Their reproduction seized, genes mixing to produce creatures of inspiration. The created become the creators, and our purpose is fulfilled. Seek Synaalag."

Aifa squirmed in her master's grasp, feeling herself pushed quickly towards an orgasm that loomed before her. The never-ending whispers behind her consciousness continued to control her pleasure, allowing her to approach her limit. No longer were her climaxes her own. No longer could she will herself to cum without her master's unspoken permission. She felt only what he allowed her mind to feel.

"

A final reward for The Red Vessel's dedication."

Arching her hips, an intense ecstasy gripped her body as she climaxed, hearing the whispering subtly shift. She tried to moan, feeling her pleasure increase, and increase...and increase, building far beyond a natural orgasm.

She felt the tentacles within her writhe violently before sperm began to pour from their tips, unleashing a warmth deep within her pussy and down her throat. The tentacle squeezed tighter around her neck, cutting her breath off entirely as her body shook.

A sudden splash struck her thigh, then her breast, and she realized that other tentacles were joining their companions in climax. They spurted thick ropes of potent cum across her red skin, drenching her body and long white hair. Quickly, it felt as if every inch of her bound form had been covered in her master's juices, mixing with the slime to drive her wild with primal lust.

With sperm oozing heavily from her pregnant vagina, she felt the tentacle within her throat begin to pull itself free, continuing to fill her as it retreated. Both her body and mind remained seized in an orgasm that never appeared to end, and she choked as sperm filled her mouth.

Drowning, cumming, she could only quiver in utter ecstasy before the whispering shifted once more, finally permitting her pleasure to fade. Desperate for air, she began to cough wildly, her head swimming with a lingering bliss as sperm poured from her open mouth.

The tentacle covering her eyes slowly uncoiled, allowing her to see the utter mess their love had made. Onaalag had claimed every inch of her, leaving nothing untouched nor dry. Tentacles slid among the slime and sperm covering her as if appreciating their work.

"Onaalag...I'm...yours..." she muttered, allowing her head to fall back limply. The child within her squired against her uterine walls, almost as if responding to its mother's pleasure.

***

Thousands cheered, yet Mauron watched in silence. His blood felt cold despite the humid jungle air. Above them, The Chimira roared.

"On he goes. Was The Creator pleased with what he saw?" Sarui asked, standing beside her father. The massive structure above them began to move, a mountain departing from its place of judgment.

At The Knowledge Holder's other side, the head priestess, Gima, frowned in disapproval. Her large headdress jiggled as she shook her head. "Attempting to know the thoughts of God is a useless folly, girl. We displayed the truth of us. The Creator's assessment is his own."

Mauron watched the fires hurling through the sky, propelling the flying vessel forward. The colossal structure glided slowly above them, gradually gaining speed. The further away it moved, the more alone he felt. When it disappeared over the horizon, his legs threatened to topple over.

"Father?"

Broken from his thoughts, he quickly presented his calm smile as he turned to her. Wrapping her in a tight embrace, he felt her bare skin against his. "I'm quite alright. This was a momentous day, Sarui, the last we shall see of The Creator for another decade. Remember this moment. Remember who you were when next you stand beneath his glory."

Sarui endured his affection until she began to pull away. He allowed it. She peered out across the city, concealing an ambitious smirk. If The Creator was pleased with her, she'd receive her opportunity to become something more. With a little luck, her hand would hold the fate of the holy city itself. If not, she'd cast herself from the ziggurat.

Mauron hardly noticed her hungry outward gaze, once more lost to his thoughts as the population cheered and prayed below. Now beyond The Creator's gaze, he was out of time. "

Forgive me."

Summoning his personal slave to his side, The Knowledge Holder watched the young man kneel. Thuron, as he had been named, kissed his master's feet before rising. His nudity revealed the missing shaft of his manhood, his lonely testicles an unnatural sight without his cock. His voluntary castration was a mere hint of his commitment to his ruler, forever aroused, without any means to find relief.

"The shadow of ignorance protects us tonight," Mauron said, seeing recognition of his secret command in the scrawny slave's gaze. "You have messages to deliver."

As he watched the slave bow before departing, he felt the whispers caressing the back of his mind.

***

"

They approach."

Onaalag's voice came hours later as she remained wrapped in his grasp, her glowing blue eyes staying peacefully closed as she enjoyed caressing her belly. She was safe in his hold, feeling the sensation of her fingers gliding through the juices coating her red skin as she thought of their unborn child. Maternity had come naturally to her, as if born to bear her master's child. Motherly instincts played within her mind like music, claiming every ounce of possible satisfaction at the feeling of her swelling stomach.

Slowly, she raised her head, antennae twitching. "Who approaches, my love?" Yet a thought clung to her, the possibility she had feared since the moment they had captured her. "Do they finally come to reclaim me? To slaughter me atop the ziggurat and burn our child? Onaalag..."

"

My end, your beginning. The price is necessary."

A stirring within her womb caught her attention, the movement inside her growing stronger each hour. She gritted her teeth at the intense tickling sensation, continuing to lack in pain, yet feeling as if the child may tear itself free. "Onaalag...it's coming. I feel it growing restless. Whoever is approaching must...

ahhhh

..." Her words ceased as the movement resumed, tiny appendages wriggling against her uterine walls as she felt a strong contraction.

"

The child comes at the proper time. No other path leads to The Artist. Endure, survive, and we may yet find meaning."

Her cheeks flushed with quiet anger, holding her bulging stomach tightly. "I don't understand."

Receiving no answer but silence, she did her best to calm the writhing creature within her womb, rubbing her red skin as if she could sooth it. Only the sound of the cave doors unlatching pulled her from worried thoughts, hearing stone screeching against stone.

"Onaalag..." she muttered, despising the fear that clung to her voice despite her efforts. The tentacles holding her began to shift. They carried her away, moving to reach out towards the far rear of the cavern. Through the darkness and peering over the mass of tentacles, she watched as a dozen guards marched through the doorway. Each held a spear and a blazing red torch, halting when the last of them had entered.

They seemed to linger, waiting with visible hesitation as they faced the horrific creature she called her lover. They waited, surely expecting him to hand over his latest mate to be sacrificed and replaced, yet they appeared oddly terrified for such a routine ritual.

Finally, the commander gathered his courage, crying out as he charged forth. In horror, Aifa watched as his men followed, rushing into battle. They drove their spears into Onaalag's tentacled mass, screaming with a flurry of stabs and thrusts. Tentacles gushed slime and poured a black liquid from their wounds, writhing as the men hurled their torches into the wet mass. The red flames scorched the smooth surface of the creature, easily burning away its slick slime wherever they touched. Once strong appendages began to burst in a pouring of black liquid as they reacted to the flames.

"STOP!" Aifa screamed in a tone that carried her agony at such a sight. The tentacles holding her slowly lowered to the ground near the rear cave wall, the surface pockmarked with offshoots of naturally formed tunnels through the stone. For the first time in months, she felt the tentacles leave her entirely as they placed her on her feet, feeling an odd sensation of abandonment as they pulled away. "Onaalag!"

"

The Red Vessel must flee. Leave this place and become The Mother."

The voice within her head sounded strained, the guards never slowing their savage slaughter. An urge to rush into battle and defend her mate was instantly shattered, for a strong contraction caused her to nearly double over. "Master...I'm not ready! Please, don't force me to bear this alone!"

"

Go

.

"

The voice boomed through her mind. She realized her body had turned towards the cave tunnels against her will.

"

Weep later, for your duty awaits. I shall guide you as far as I must."

Taking a final look back, she found herself stepping into one of the larger tunnels. The last sight of her lover brought a realization that disturbed her to the core.

Onaalag wasn't defending himself

. The horrifying creature remained frozen, moving only when reacting to the pain of their weapons. He made no move to retaliate, to crush them into bloody smears upon the cave walls. The guards attacked him without resistance.

"Over there!" the commander's voice echoed from behind. "The Holy Mother! The offspring can't escape!"

With her breath quickening as she drove herself into the twisting tunnels, she heard footsteps sprinting towards her. In near total darkness, her highly developed blue eyes struggled to adjust until she could make out the very basic shapes of her surroundings, just enough to avoid stumbling or smashing her head against dripping rocks. Her own bioluminescence was her only light source, bouncing off the walls so faintly, nothing less than a Cavari could see. The sounds of the slaughter echoed from far behind, slowly dampening as she delved deeper and deeper.

The whispering within her head continued, shifting her instincts to hurry down certain paths whenever the winding tunnel split. Her tail danced behind during her frantic retreat, its antenna attempting to sense atmospheric changes that may lead to the surface. The tunnel gradually sloped upward, then down, then up again, rising and descending and rising. She crawled when the tunnel ceiling lowered, ran when it opened into tall corridors, and squeezed her pregnant body through narrow sections. Panic began to build as she felt the tunnel would never end, every instinct screaming to ensure her survival. Should she fail here, she'd be buried and forgotten in the endless labyrinth.

Only the continued whispers held her fear at bay, feeling as if Onaalag were with her. His presence soothed her, pushing her to continue each time she was forced to stop during a hard contraction within her loins. The child's birth approached, caring little that its mother fled certain death.

The sound of her pursuers remained ever behind her, hearing their curses whenever they ran down the wrong passageway. Their own advanced hearing quickly corrected their mistakes each time, and only Onaalag's guidance allowed her to stay ahead.

"

Onaalag..."

Aifa thought to herself, ducking under a low hanging slab of stone before resuming her careful sprint through a wide passageway. The whispering slowly grew fainter, clear pain coating its unknowable tone. "

I need you. Don't leave me to this fate."

"

Seek Synaalag."

The voice was little more than a mutter, a shadow of what it once was.

Her antennae perked as she began to sense an increase in humidity, her hopes rising and her pace quickening. She was getting closer to the surface, nearly able to taste the sweet jungle air that would be her freedom.

Suddenly, within a single instant, the whispers were cut off entirely. An immediate rush of loss and emptiness forced her to collapse to her knees, a sensation deeper than anything she had yet experienced. His mental hold was ripped from her mind at once, leaving her utterly alone.

Tears began to pour down her cheeks as she reached up in shock. How had this creature claimed her so entirely? Grief tore through her chest with a low moan of agony. She wanted to collapse into a sobbing heap, to shatter her fists against the stone ground in sorrow. Never had she cared for another so deeply, her mind feeling as though it were littered with empty holes where the whispers once held her.